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The girl in the other room she knows by now
There's something in all of her fears
Now she wears it threadbare
She sits on the floor
The glass pressed tight to the wall
She hears murmurs low
The paper is peeling
Her eyes staring straight at the ceiling

Maybe they're there maybe it's nothing at all
As she draws lipstick smears on the wall
The girl in the other room she powders her face
And stares hard into her reflection

The girl in the other room she stifles a yawn
Adjusting the strap of her gown
She tosses her tresses
Her lover undresses
Turning the last lamp light down what's that voice we're hearing?
We should be sleeping could that be someone who's weeping?

Maybe she's there maybe there's nothing to see
It's just a trace of what used to be
The girl in the other room she darkens her lash
And blushes she seems to look familiar

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